Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a

‘’Do I have to tell you my reason for wanting this? ‘’yes,’’ I nodded. ‘’or are you marrying me because of my family’s wealth, right?’’ She frowned at me, and then her phone started ringing again. She picked it from the table, pressed her fingers on the switch, and then dropped it into her bag.‘’ Listen, Christian,‘’ she looked at me. ‘’ I am in a bit of a dilemma, and you already know about my sister and ex-boyfriend…I just want to…’’ she paused and heaved a deep sigh. ''' I need to get powerful alright, and by doing that, it would make me get revenge on them and... '''

Dangerous. “Let the game begin,” I whispered softly. Outside my window, the workers continued decorating the estate for the wedding. White flowers. Silk ribbons. Golden lights. All preparing for a celebration. None of them knew they were actually preparing for something else. A public humiliation. A shattered alliance. And the first move in a very long revenge. Tomorrow… The world would watch Astrid Woods cancel her wedding. But what they wouldn’t see… Was the war that had just begun.

Because I finally I was finally free, I had said goodbye, I had looked into his eyes and saw nothing. I remembered...I was not here to rekindle our relationship. I was not here to remind him that I loved him. Or to remind myself that I loved him. Or for this marriage. Or our past. Or anything tied to “us.” I was here to get what was owed to me. To get back my father’s property. To reclaim what was taken from me. And if, in the end, I get my revenge? Then all the better. After today, I know that I would love nothing but to see him hurt just as much as he did me.

The woman who'd broken her engagement to Ethan Cross five years ago when his family's empire crumbled. "She's the one," Sophia said. It wasn't a question. "She's the one who decided that love had a price tag, and mine wasn't high enough." Ethan's voice was controlled, but Sophia could see the anger simmering beneath the surface. "She's also the one whose new fiancé is trying to buy my company out from under me." "So this is business and personal." "The best revenge always is." Hartley continued reading through the contract, covering everything from social media protocols to wardrobe requirements. There was a clothing allowance two hundred thousand dollars and a detailed schedule of events th

"It means I choose you. Not just to be my mate, but my wife. My queen. My Luna." ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ZEPHYR WRATH I did not want another. Not after meeting her. I never believed in love at first sight, until a few minutes ago... until it happened to me. I never wanted a bride. Not until her. The woman who was to be my wife was more beautiful than I'd imagined.

“How much did you pay Levi Snow to help you put on this little charade? “You think this is enough to provoke me? Well, congratulations, it worked! Now get the hell out of that car!” I reached into my bag and retrieved the marriage license. Calm and collected, I said, “This isn’t an act.” That simple sentence shattered whatever composure he had left. “You think marrying him will get back at me? You’re a woman I’ve discarded after having used up—someone who had even had a miscarriage. How long do you think Levi Snow will keep you around? “You’re nothing but a tool he’s using to disgust me! When he has had his fill, let’s see where you go crying next!”

"Do you, Marco fucking Powell, take me, Dante Russo, to be your husband… in sickness… and in health?" I clawed at his wrist, panic hurrying me as black spots spun in front of my eyes. "Yes!" I wheezed. "Yes, I do!" His hand loosened, and I pitched forward, sucking in air like I'd been drowning. The officiant didn't flinch. What the hell was this place? I barely had time to recover before the man said, "You may now kiss the bride." My head jerked up, eyes wide. "The what—"

His bride would be my new souvenir. Sylvia Browne, the American waitress who squandered Laila’s fortune on jewels, furs, and designer clothes, was well known to me. Revenge was finally at my fingertips. In order to become a rich baroness in the eyes of the world, the little gold digger had just lied her way through the most sacred vows of a marriage ceremony. Rather than working her way out of poverty, she had lied about it. That was all I required to seek vengeance on both of them.